Saturday, January 4, 2003

Superstites Rosae Comments

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The grass is green upon her grave,
   The west wind whispers low;
"The corn is changed, come forth, come forth,
   Ere all the blossoms go!"
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Richard Rowe
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Victoria Dame 07 October 2008

I love the old feel of your beautiful poem

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